|Sonshine and our bag of litter|
This lasted about 40 minutes for me as I had to go online to get an address. OK.....so I shot onto Facebook as soon as his back was turned (ie he went to the toilet). I'm a grown up. I lie. He needs to deal with it.
Anyway, we decided to go for a walk and just take in the view, have a chat....bond, that sort of stuff that has been neglected when I do the Tarot Conference. So off we went to Loch Fad clutching our empty carrier bag. For not only are we Hestia and Sonshine, we are secretly environmental activists and, when we go a walk, we pick up rubbish in a plastic bag and then tip the whole lot into the last bin on the walk home.
OK - so we use a plastic bag, but it\s better than leaving the rubbish around. Just overlook that irony and see the GOOD :-)
We call ourselves the BAWGs - the Bag a Week Gang and we do exactly that: try to pick up a bag of litter from off the beaten track (ie where the council won't pick it up) on a weekly basis.
It's free to join, dear reader. All you do is resolve to pick up other people's rubbish once a week (or a month - then you'd be a BAMG!) when you are out - walking home from work, taking the dog a walk, playing with the kids.....anytime. There's always litter. Sadly. Sometimes I think that there are dead bodies.... but that's another story.
And, as Blur might say, you enjoy a sense of enormous well-being, when you pick up litter. A sort of environmental smugness. Which I like.
We did come across a LOT of peach scented bags filled with dog poop. WTF is going on with that?!
Bag it and take it home, people, but don't wang it up into the branches of a tree or fling into a hedge. If there's one thing worse than encountering a big dog poop on your travels, it must be encountering an ancient one sequestered into a well-knotted peach nappy bag.....
Erm, hope you weren't eating or anything while you were reading that.
I'm SURE the computer keyboard will clean up fine. Honestly.
Do you do any mad things when you're out and about?